Olive, like in a martini...

Paul and I went to the Humane Society to find a dog. There was one I was interested in, but she was at Furburbia at Cottonwood Mall, so I suggested we go there. She turned out to be too big, but "Cheyanne," rattled her cage door as we went by and caught our attention. She's an approximately 2-year old lab / terrier mix, and is overeight at ~35 lbs (and going on a diet as soon as the food she came with runs out). She was abandoned with another dog, left to die in St. George when her owners moved to Florida. She has serious separation anxiety, but she is very sweet and loving. She all but shoved me out of bed with her cuddling. Unfortunately, she thinks Eurydice is a code-name for "lunch" so she has to go out when Eury plays. She just wants to be with us all the time. She hasn't figured out who her favorite is, yet. On Saturday, it was Paul, but it was me all day today.

We've renamed her "Olive," as Cheyanne is a dumb name that she didn't know anyway. She sits on command, but has to be trained out of some bad habits like jumping up. But she's very, very sweet! Anthony wasn't too excited about getting a dog, but he's warmed to her even faster than he did with Eury, and keeps hugging and kissing her. Despite her anxiety, she has nothing to worry about here, unless it's too many treats or too much loving!

Olive is chewing on a KONG toy stuffed with peanut butter and some ferret kibble. These toys are supposed to give dogs "work" that keeps them happy and entertained.